"How can there be such a monster like you in this world..."
Liu Yangde gazed deeply at Ning Fan, a hint of unwillingness in his eyes.
With his mouth slightly open, before Ning Fan could speak, Liu Yangde had already drawn a dagger and stabbed it directly into his own chest.
The sharp dagger slowly descended, cutting open Liu Yangde's chest inch by inch.
Blood flowed all over the ground from the wound, yet Liu Yangde seemed oblivious to the pain, a fanatical and devout expression on his face.
"Great Witch God, your most devout follower summons you to descend here..."
"With my life's blood, in exchange for you to manifest your supreme divine power in this world!"
Blood pooled at Liu Yangde's feet, and suddenly a crack appeared in the sky.
Everyone incredulously raised their heads to look at the sky, eyes filled with horror.
From that crack, an aura of terror poured out.
Merely a hint of it was enough to have Hua Nishang and others prostrate on the ground.